Chapter 339 Unconditional surrender? What? Surrender with conditions! ? !
"On February 28, the Northern Mexican Army eliminated drug traffickers and Spanish allies occupying Roca Partida and Clarion Islands, killing 4,927 people!"
"2128 prisoners!"
Just entering March, Mexico News Group has held back a big one.
Many Mexicans looked confused.
No, I just woke up and you won another battle? So many have been wiped out?
In fact, the truth is of course not that much.
To borrow a phrase from Propaganda Minister Goebbels, “The essence of journalism is not to reveal the truth, but to confuse people.”
As soon as these numbers came out, the mood of the people in the country immediately rose. Even the morale of the army was improved. And it can hit the opponent, so why not do it?
It was just as expected by the Governor's Mansion.
In the Spanish Defense Building at this time.
A lot of sighs!
His Majesty Carlos is not yet well, and is still suffering from a high fever, and the impact of the "aircraft carrier bombing" incident has become increasingly acute.
The Basque separatist organization "ETA" (ETA) and organizations in Catalonia took advantage of this opportunity to cause trouble!
There have been several bombings in Madrid. Even the National Guard barracks building was attacked by a car bomb, causing 36 casualties.
It’s funny to say that ETA cooperated with drug traffickers in Latin America to oppose Victor, and the Spanish government also opposed Victor. Logically speaking, the enemy of the enemy is a friend.
But instead, they got mad at each other.
Everything is still profit.
"The next target of the Mexicans must be Socorro Island. They can build airports on Roca Partida and Clarion Islands to contain the sea. They can starve us to death just from hunger!" A brigadier general frowned. He pointed at the map on the wall with an eyebrow.
"We have no ability to rescue them. God bless them." Lieutenant General Javier Daniels, who was sitting next to him, had an expressionless face.
He is the leader of the army, and for him to say something like this, he is obviously really desperate.
The brigadier general looked at him in shock, his dissatisfaction suddenly rising, "Are we going to abandon them? This is not in line with the traditions and interests of the Spanish army!"
"Then you swim to the Pacific to support them?"
Ga…
The brigadier's face turned red from being pushed, but he looked so weak when he opened his mouth, and finally sat down dejectedly.
Swim across the Pacific…
Then I can only stand on the "commanding heights" and pity them. I am also afraid of death.
The Prince of Asturias aircraft carrier fleet was bombed, which was a serious loss. Basically, the Spanish navy was gone...
With the current poor economy in Spain, can it still build another light aircraft carrier?
Just as the atmosphere was getting colder, Army Chief of Staff Ferruccio Villa, sitting next to Lieutenant General Javier Daniels, spoke, "Let the soldiers of Socorro Island surrender."
! ! ! !
"No! We have to fight until the last defender, and we must not surrender!" The brigadier general stood up again, slapping the table with both hands and shouting loudly.
"Then you go?" Ferruccio Villa glanced at him and frowned. Seeing that the other party was still wanting to curse, he picked up the ashtray on the table and threw it at it, hitting the other party's head with a direct hit. All smashed out.
"I'm here to beat the table! Do you still have the concept of superiors and subordinates? Get out!"
The brigadier general was still unconvinced after being beaten. He covered his forehead, and the colleagues next to him quickly dragged him away.
You don’t have any background, why are you resisting here?
Ferruccio Villa looked at Lieutenant General Javier Daniels next to him, "If they are all killed, we will get a large pension, and the pressure from domestic public opinion will be great."
The Spanish Foreign Legion is different from the French one. Three-quarters of them are natives, and their bloodline is more pure. If they all die, their families will have to hold up flags to protest that you sent their children to die.
Lieutenant General JaVale Daniels took a deep breath, "You should know what you're doing."
Ferruccio Villa, the Army Chief of Staff, shook his head and stood up, "I will apply for retirement."
After saying that, he walked towards the door. When he stood at the door, he said in a slightly disappointed tone, "It is no longer our era."
Lieutenant General JaVale Daniels smoked a cigarette and frowned.
The generals below did not dare to say a word and could only make careful eye contact with each other.
"Surrender, in the name of the national defense department." He spoke, and finally chose to compromise.
"Then...His Majesty the King's side." Someone said hesitantly.
"Spain is a constitutional system, not a dictatorship, and he will agree."
Lieutenant General Javier Daniels' hands were shaking. He understood what kind of blow he would suffer when he made this choice, but just as General Ferruccio Villa said.
"The times no longer belong to us."
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"surrender?"
Victor raised his head in surprise and took the document from Horatio Herbert Kitchener's hand.
"Yes, surrender unconditionally, but they want us to ensure the safety of their soldiers."
"Since when do we have to ask for conditions for surrender? No, not allowed. If you can't fight, then surrender. Who do I think I am? Do I play house with them?" Victor glanced at it and rolled the document into a ball of waste paper and threw it away. Into the trash can.
Now that the talkative people in Spain are not in front of me, otherwise we can show them what the "ashtray god of war is!"
"They said no beatings and then left with a slap on the butt?"
"I want them to understand that if they offend me, Victor, I won't even leave their bodies behind. I will order the air force to carry out bombing missions. Even if I bomb and sink Socorro Island, they will still have to die here."
Horatio Herbert Kitchener nodded seriously, "Yes!"
He was about to leave when something struck him and he said, "General, Saddam has surrendered."
Victor's hand paused, and then he smiled disdainfully, "I thought he was so powerful and not a coward. I thought he would dare to fight the US military on the front line with weapons."
Maybe he would have dared to do this twenty or thirty years ago, but now, Saddam is old and has lost this courage.
"The ceasefire agreement will be signed by both parties in April. It is still under negotiation. General, should we do something?" Chief of Staff General Horatio narrowed his eyes and said sinisterly, "When they sign the ceasefire agreement, They all exploded to the sky!”
MD, there is definitely something wrong with Feng Shui in northern Mexico.
Such a gentleman is now full of violence.
"Saddam's backbone was broken this time. Even if you go and destroy the scene, you will have to surrender soon. Don't worry about it. I don't want to see civilians displaced. If there were more peace-loving people like me on the earth, alright.""
Horatio Herbert Kitchener's eyelids twitched.
If there were more people like you, General, The Hague would be in ruins!
When Victor took up the anti-drug banner in 1990, many people advocated that he could win the Nobel Peace Prize, and many Mexican writers even stepped down to help support the campaign.
However, after the conflict with the United States, everything changed.
Europe and the United States don't like someone who goes against themselves.
If you think about it, the president of the United States can win the Peace Prize. There is no lower limit.
"Our people in Sparta have also received information that Uday has been released and is still racing outside. He has also told his confidants and friends several times that he wants... to..."
"You want to kill me?" Victor said with a smile.
"Um."
"A second-generation person who relies on his father's ability cannot get on the stage, so let him shut up."
"etc!"
Victor suddenly had a thought in his mind, "Do you think Uday still has ambitions for Saddam's position?"
He crossed his hands and tapped his fingers, "I kind of want to see the two brothers fight each other."
Horatio Herbert Kitchener understood immediately that he could work on both of them.
It's best for both of them to fight!
Why?
If you're asking why, seriously, you're taking drugs!
To put it mildly, if you have offended Victor, why on earth do you still want your whole family to enjoy their old age in peace?
I'll kill them all!
The two people discussed it in the office. More than an hour later, Mr. Chief of Staff came out and happened to see Augustin Przeucir from the Intelligence Bureau trotting over. The two people said hello to each other, and the other party couldn't wait to knock on the door and enter Victor's room. 's office.
Horatio Herbert Kitchener looked back in surprise, what happened again?
"You mean, someone from the Soviet Union contacted you through the West German KGB, hoping to discuss some business with us?!"
"What exactly?"
Augustin Przeucir frowned, "The KGB didn't tell me who the other party is, but their status should be high. There are only a few who can order them. According to our internal guesses and intelligence summaries, maybe... someone Hoping to win over us against their enemies.”
"The Soviet Union doesn't have long left, a year at most!" he said firmly.
You must know that he was convinced for three to five years before. It was not long before he changed his mind. But only those who know the situation in the Soviet Union understand what is happening now!
Social contradictions are prominent and the army lacks combat effectiveness. It is simply a straggler!
Oligarchs are rising, gangs are running rampant, and the people are miserable!
It's true that the road is frozen to death, and the wealthy family's wine and meat stink.
All kinds of monsters and monsters began to pounce on them, trying to suck the last mouthful of blood from the Soviet Union's mouth.
People who haven't experienced it may just not be able to understand this state between the lines. Let's put it simply.
Jesus used to use money to clear the way.
Kennedy went and had both heads broken.
Hearing Augustin Przeucir's words, Victor was suddenly startled. He seemed to have forgotten a very important thing.
"Eight Kings are making trouble in the sea!"
He glanced at the time on the wall, March 2nd.
In other words, there are still five months until the fateful coup.
Victor frowned. He didn't want to get involved in this big dye vat. It wouldn't be good to be dragged to death, but he could also get some benefits from this.
"Go and meet with them. You will agree to any request they make. However, you say that we need support from heavy industry. It is best to send some experts and engineers from the military industry to help us. There are about 400 people in total. We are also willing to pay them salaries and ask for more production lines!”
"And whatever he asks us to do, you are responsible for dragging him!"
"We want to take advantage of it. We will not participate in the internal strife."
In fact, since entering 1991, Victor has already discussed the layout with old people like Casare and Best. For example... imitating his third brother, using shell companies, corrupting some bank officials, approving large amounts of rubles, and then using On the black market, the rubles were exchanged for US dollars, and the money was stipulated to be paid back within ten years.
The way to pay off is to use rubles!
Of course, he didn't do this alone. Best stayed in the Soviet Union for a long time and had connections with oligarchs, the military, local governments, etc. The relationships were very complicated.
He also used these connections to buy a lot of blueprints, weapons, and talents.
He also achieved some success. For example, Victor spent 1 million US dollars to buy the blueprints of the NK32 afterburning turbofan engine!
A deputy director of the Kuznetsov Design Bureau.
Many people don't understand this thing. Let's put it this way. It is on the Tu-160 and it is also one of the things that are prohibited from being sold.
But, it's so messed up, who cares about you?
He is entrusting Soviet acquaintances to get more blueprints from the Tupolev Design Bureau.
If the emperor comes to power in the future, he will definitely be punished.
However, that's all in the future.
If I can produce the Tu-160, I will go to Washington tomorrow to see that the White House will definitely support my anti-drug cause.
"If we can swallow more, we will have more say in the future situation."
Victor sighed and paused, "I just want to ban drugs and fight criminals, but those people have to force me to keep arming myself."
"Do you still remember our purpose?"
Augustin Przewczyr nodded vigorously, "Everything is for the blue and clear world!!"
"No matter how difficult it is, as long as you have a firm belief, you can do anything!"
People like Victor must have mental illness.
But if the world is crooked, then he needs this kind of paranoia!
He looked at the rising sun outside the window.
The future will be better.
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On Roca Partida Island.
After the fall of the 28th.
The Mexicans built a simple temporary airport here.
At this time, the ground crew installed the Mk-84 2000-pound bomb on the F14 fighter. There were a total of 6 "Tomcats" parked here, and the same was true on the other side of Clarion Island.
Buzz buzz buzz~
An alarm sounded in the airport, and then the pilot ran out of the lounge and boarded the plane with the help of the ground staff.
Air Force Colonel Manfred von Richthofen swallowed the bread in his mouth. As the captain of the 3rd formation, there are rumors that he will be promoted to brigadier general soon!
This is gossip.
But it also made him very excited.
Which man doesn't want to become famous?
He followed the gesture of the ground staff, drove the plane to the runway, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed into the sky!
Roca Partida Island is less than 70 nautical miles away from Socorro Island.
They are responsible for bombing today!
Whoosh! !
The handsome F14 rushed through the clouds, and the whistling sound was intoxicating.
70 nautical miles, just a few minutes.
Manfred von Richthofen saw Socorro Island, which looked like a "Tongliao map", and after giving orders on the radio, he dived down.
On the island, the atmosphere was not right.
They were uneasy because they had not contacted the warships or other soldiers, and the transporters had not come, and the food was almost gone.
Fermín Lopez took a sip of the water beside him, and his comrades beside him complained, "We are here to fight, not to dig trenches!"
"I would rather fight to the death with the Mexicans than dig trenches here, it's too boring."
The speaker was a young man in his early 20s. Fermín Lopez recognized him. He was born in Barcelona. It was said that his family was well-off, but because he liked excitement, he joined the French Foreign Legion and stayed in Africa for a few years. After returning, he joined the Spanish Foreign Legion, which was also a thorn.
Not very obedient.
"Yama, don't brag, I'm afraid you will pee your pants then." Someone said with a smile.
The young man raised his middle finger, then took off his pants and made a few shaking movements, "Only if that bastard Victor is not here, otherwise, I tell you, I will fuck him to death!"
Too perverse.
Fermín Lopez shook his head and drank the water in the kettle. At this moment, he suddenly heard something coming from the sky. He squinted his eyes in confusion and looked up.
He saw several planes passing through the clouds!
"Fighter!!!"
Someone in the distance also discovered it and shouted, "Mexican planes are coming! Hide! Hide!"
A group of people dropped their tools and ran back in fear.
The young man named Yamal hurriedly pulled up his pants and followed, but as soon as he climbed up, he heard a black thing whizzing down from the air.
It hit the ground heavily!
A hot shock wave swallowed him directly.
Well...
It's a pity that he didn't see Victor, but saw MK84 first.
If he can survive, Victor will have the possibility of seeing him.
A MK84 can create a crater 15.4m wide and 11m deep, and its fragment killing radius is about 366m. In terms of penetration, if the height is high enough, it can penetrate 380mm of metal or 3.3m of concrete!
Puff puff puff...
The fragments directly knocked down the people running around.
"Ah! Ah!!!" Someone screamed and covered his stomach, and hurriedly stuffed his rotten intestines into his stomach, but soon died.
Who knows how many fragments there are?
Anyway, you are definitely not as fast as the fragments.
Fermin Lopez was just unlucky. His Achilles tendon was broken and bleeding, but he was also lucky to lie in a crater.
Next, he could only pray.
There were not just one MK84, but six in total, with four on each!
That was 24 heavy bombs.
Damn you!
The bombing on Socorro Island was a mess.
But they also reacted quickly and pushed out the GDF-002 35mm double-barreled towed anti-aircraft gun from the hidden cave. This was a 35mm anti-aircraft gun developed by the Swiss Oerlikon Company for the army.
Air defense was enough.
"Target acquisition!!"
"Lock! Lock!!!"
"Target disappeared, re-lock..."
The Spanish Foreign Legion soldier who was operating the system shouted loudly, perhaps only this sound could express his inner tension.
"Lock! Fire!!!"
Boom boom boom boom!
After the system locks the target, it can fire 40 shells within 2 seconds.
The shells exploded in the sky.
But the pilots of the F14 were all highly skilled. How embarrassing would it be to be shot down?
This thing might still exist a few decades ago, but now...
Times have changed!
Colonel Manfred von Richthofen pulled the joystick and flew towards the anti-aircraft gun position.
With a cool roll, whoosh, he dropped the remaining MK84.
The Spaniards were so scared that they rolled off the anti-aircraft gun and ran back in panic.
Boom! !
The scrap metal flew directly into the sky.
The F14 rose up and soared into the sky.
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